#michonne x reader

[lillywritingreading]

YOU ARE OURS NOW

Rick Grimes x fem!reader x Michonne Hawthorne

[ WARNINGS:: smut, Alcoholic beverages, unprotected sex (use protection!), lesbian sex, vaginal penetration, oral sex (both receiving), Submissive reader, Michonne and Rick dominant, a failed attempt at rough sex, threesome (m, f, f), masturbation (m) , 18+, a slight fetish for reproduction (if you pay attention), consensual betrayal (Rick and Michonne are together but have sex with the reader willingly), That's all I think.]

My first time writing about sex, and I changed the theme of my account. I think this imagine is awful, but I spent hours writing it.

The day had been exhausting, but productive. Rick, Michonne, and you had gone out on a supply run. You had joined the group a year ago, when Daryl and Aaron found you alone and covered in walker blood. Unintentionally, you quickly caught the attention of Alexandria’s leading couple, and they caught yours.

You felt guilty for being attracted to both of them, but even if you tried to like someone else, they were always on your mind. You knew they would never see you the same way you saw them. But little did you know how terribly wrong you were.

After searching several houses on the outskirts of a town near Alexandria, you found what you needed: medicine, canned food, clothes, and, most importantly, a rare discovery: three bottles of whiskey and one sealed bottle of red wine, hidden in the basement of an abandoned house.

You decided to spend the night in that house, staying in the living room while you talked. The alcohol went down easily after the long day. Glasses taken from the kitchen were filled and emptied as the fire crackled in the fireplace. Laughter came more freely, and the walls came down.

Sitting on the sofa drinking your glass of whiskey, you felt the heat burning down your throat and into your stomach. Rick sat with his arm along the back of the couch, embracing Michonne, who was relaxed beside him, her voice huskier than usual.

The conversation started innocently, but the alcohol took it in another direction.

“How long has it been since you last had sex?” Michonne asked suddenly, direct as always, with a curious little smile.

You laughed, feeling your face heat up, but the whiskey loosened your tongue. “It’s been a while… The last time was with two guys, in a threesome. It was weird. One of them was kind of selfish, only thinking about his own pleasure. The other one actually knew what he was doing… he was the only one who made me come that night. But even so, it wasn’t anything special.”

Rick raised an eyebrow, his blue eyes darkening as he took another sip. He leaned forward slightly, interested.“Interesting…” he murmured. “I had my experiences before the world ended. A few women before Lori, some wild nights. After Lori died, it took me a long time to feel real desire again. Until Michonne.” He looked at her with intense affection. “With her it’s different. It’s intense. We understand each other as much with our bodies as we do with our minds.”

“Ugh, sweetness…” you grumbled, refilling your glass halfway and downing it in one go.

Michonne smiled and ran her hand along Rick’s thigh before looking at you. “We’ve been fantasizing a lot lately,” she confessed bluntly. “About you. About what it would be like to have you in our bed. Rick and I have come a few times just imagining you between us… touching you, fucking you, hearing you moan our names.”

The silence that fell was heavy, thick with sexual tension. Your heart pounded in your chest. The alcohol made everything easier to admit.

“I would have sex with you both,” you said, your voice low but clear, setting the glass down on the floor beside your foot. “I’ve thought about it too. Many times.”

Rick let out a slow breath, as if he’d been holding it in for months. Michonne moved first. She cupped your face with both hands and kissed you deeply, her warm, experienced tongue invading your mouth. You moaned softly against her lips. Rick watched, already visibly hard inside his pants.

Michonne pulled your shirt up, revealing a black bra with a heart-shaped pendant in the center. Her hands moved to the clasp, unhooked it, and tossed it onto the growing pile of clothes.

In a matter of minutes, you were lying naked on the rug while Michonne sucked on your breasts and Rick kissed his way down your stomach to your pussy. His tongue was skilled, licking and sucking like a starving man. Michonne kissed you, muffling your moans with her mouth as Rick slid two fingers inside you without taking his mouth off your pussy.

Michonne trailed kisses from your lips down to your breasts, giving attention to your left one while her hand slid to your clit, rubbing it in fast, firm circles. You moaned, and soon that familiar feeling of an orgasm building, the one you knew so well from touching yourself in your room, arrived. You rolled your hips against Rick’s face and came hard, moaning his name loudly as you arched your back.

Rick licked up everything you gave him eagerly, cleaning you, then stood up, pulling off his shirt and desperately unbuckling his belt. Michonne gave you one last kiss before getting up to remove her own clothes while Rick positioned himself between your legs. His cock was so hard it hurt, the head already leaking precum.

Rick entered you slowly but deeply, stretching your walls with his thick cock. You moaned a little louder, the air leaving your lungs with his thrust. He let you adjust to his size, undeniably the biggest you’d ever had inside you, and when you lifted your hips slightly against him, he began to move.

His thrusts were hard and rhythmic, his firm hands gripping your hips as he guided them. “So tight… fuck, you’re perfect,” he growled as he fucked you. He leaned down over your breasts, taking one into his mouth without slowing his pace.

You moaned nonstop, the sensation too good. You wrapped your legs around his waist, making him go even deeper, making you see stars.

Michonne watched everything while touching herself. Soon you replaced her hand with yours, fingering her pussy while Rick fucked you.

Michonne moaned, surrendering to your hand, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip. She ground against your fingers as her orgasm approached.

You knew she was close by the way her pussy clenched, so you slid a third finger inside her, speeding up your movements. She came with a moan, grinding on your fingers and riding the waves of pleasure.

Rick now had his face buried in your neck, groaning as his cock twitched inside your pussy. He was close too. He moved his hand down to your clit, rubbing it, and soon you moaned his name loudly again, cumming on his cock and making him groan hoarsely as he came inside you.

You felt thick, heavy spurts filling you, which only gave you more pleasure. The thought that he had cum inside you left you even more aroused, and you sighed as you felt him pull out.

He was still half-hard. He sat on the sofa, his cock glistening with a mix of his cum and your juices, watching.

Michonne didn’t waste time. She quickly straddled you. “Now it’s our turn,” she whispered, pinning your wrists above your head. She positioned herself over you, her wet pussy against yours, and started moving. Your clits rubbed together, wet and sensitive, joining the sounds of your needy, pleading moans in the empty room. You two kissed, swallowing each other’s moans, your breasts rubbing together. Michonne made a point of pressing her tits against yours, which made her want to cum all over them.

Rick watched, slowly stroking his own cock, which was getting hard again at the sight of the two of you. “You two are so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice deep as he groaned softly and sped up his hand, cumming just from watching them fuck.

Michonne moved faster, the friction growing more intense. You came first, moaning her name as your body convulsed. She followed right after, trembling against you, your juices mixing together.

Rick, fully hard again, joined once more. He fucked you slowly while you were still sensitive, Michonne sucking on your nipples and kissing your neck. Then he switched, fucking Michonne hard while you sat on her face, letting her lick you until you came again.

Michonne devoured you with pleasure. Her moans made your pussy clench against her tongue as your hips ground against her mouth. You barely noticed when Rick started penetrating her, you were too lost in the pleasure she was giving you. But when Rick slapped your ass, you glanced back slightly, mouth open as moans escaped. Rick was fucking Michonne, then grabbed your chin, leaning in to kiss you so you could taste Michonne on his tongue, which made you moan into his mouth.

You came again soon after with a loud moan, climbing off her exhausted, sweaty, and thoroughly fucked.

Michonne was now moaning loudly as Rick leaned down to kiss her, swallowing her moans while they reached their climax together.

The three of you ended up exhausted, sweaty, and lying on the rug. A silence settled, but it was a comfortable one.

“It wasn’t just the alcohol, right?” Rick asked quietly, staring at the ceiling.

“No,” you answered, breathless.

Michonne intertwined her fingers with yours, stroking the back of your hand. “Then this doesn’t end here. You’re ours now.”

This is the worst thing I've ever written; to me, it's awful. What about you?

[ssscytale]

looking up michonne x reader and realizing simultaneously that tumblr search barely works and that i’d also have better luck getting struck my lightning…………. nothing to smile about in my life i guess

[kiki-reedus]

𝐿𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 !

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[drachewrites]

The concept of Daryl, Rick, and Michonne being jealous of a man once they step a foot on Alexandria, because what do you mean you're all smiles and laughter with the man, but you haven't smiled that much and laughed that loud with them before?

CW: Mentions of OC (the said alexandrian man), mentions of reader wearing a sundress, jealousy jealousy, cheeky carol, twd casts might be ooc.

It's unfair. 

You have never smiled at them like that— eyes crinkled, corner of lips quirked up, and cheeks all puffed up because you're smiling so wide. 

You have never let out those heartfelt and boisterous laughs, the kind that would turn into a high-pitch squeal at how much you're laughing, the kind of laugh that would make your shoulders shake and force a hand down to your stomach to hold it. 

You have been with them for months, years even. Yet, they have never seen those gestures pointed at them as easily as you do so with that alexandria man. 

All of you arrived just a couple of weeks ago, and that man was someone that Aaron had introduced to them as one of the people that goes out on runs. He was friendly and polite at best, making them figure out that he wasn't all that aboard on letting rugged people like them into the community, however, the moment you stepped out from the back of the group, the man's expression changed drastically. 

The others could remember how your face brightened up upon seeing him. You ran up to him and he did the same. The two of you met in the middle, with him catching you in his arms. The two of you laughed, cried, and whispered words to each other that no one else could hear. 

You were crying and laughing so much that the words that somehow stumbled out of your mouth were incomprehensible. They didn't know what happened after that, and just remembered that all of a sudden, the man whisked you away from them— telling Deanna that he will bring you to be interrogated later on. 

Daryl and Michonne tried to fight back, to lash out to come get you back, but Aaron assured them that the man, whose name they didn't bother to remember, will take care of you. 

Rick and the others barely fit in, even after a week, but here you are, already humming and laughing along with the man living across the street— the same man whom you laughed and hugged like he was somebody important. 

You woke up early in the morning for what? To walk across and flirt with them openly? To giggle and flutter those beautiful eyelashes towards his way? 

“Look at her.” Michonne huffed, eyes squinted under the scorching sun, “All smiles and laughs.” 

The alexandria man said something that made you lean forward and pinch his cheek, making him jut his bottom lip out in a dramatic manner. It earned a roll of eyes from you, which was quickly accompanied by the same loving smile they have been seeing on your lips ever since all of you arrived in the community. 

“And she's smilin’ like he hung the moon.” Came a gruff hiss from the archer sitting on the porch's step. 

“I can't believe she became comfortable real fast.” Rick muttered, eyes flickering away from you and the man across the street in hopes of wiping the image off from his mind, “Didn't even tell me clearly where she was going this morning.” 

“She told me.” Maggie quipped, making everyone on the porch turn to look at her, but she was looking directly at Rick, a knowing grin plastered on her face, “She tried to tell you, too, by the way, but you seemed to be focused more on what she was wearing rather than to what she was saying.”

Daryl and Michonne raised an eyebrow at the sheriff, both of them looking unimpressed. 

“She didn't tell me nothing.” Rick insisted, shooting the archer and the samurai a pointed look, “If she did, I would have known, and I wasn't looking at her dress—”

“It's a sundress.” Maggie pointed out, jutting a finger towards your way, “It's the dress that makes men drool.” 

“I’m not a man.” Michonne uttered, earning a giggle from Maggie, which she took as something offensive, “What? I really am no man.” 

“Yes, but you like her.” Maggie sang softly, grinning. 

It was no secret that Rick, Daryl, and Michonne harbor some kind of romantic feelings towards you. You have always been their anchor in everything. The three of them weren't slick with their feelings, but somehow, you still managed to miss the signs of them liking you. 

Carol and Maggie pointed it out on some occasions— at how obvious they were regarding their feelings, but they always denied it. 

Why would they listen to the teasing anyway? It's not like you have any interest in entering a relationship with any of them. You never showed that you care about things like that. You never did. 

You're always bound and about on your feet when someone tries to flirt with you back at the prison. You always try to slither away from any kind of conversation pertaining to relations. You always try to look busy when someone tries to ask you questions about what kind of person you want as your partner. You never let yourself linger around anyone longer than necessary. 

Rick and others tried to get you to open up, but damn, it was hard. They spent months with you on the road. They spent through thick and thin with you. Hell, all of you even almost got yourselves cut open by cannibals! Aren't those situations enough to have you open up to them? 

Daryl, Rick, and Michonne brooded over their thoughts. The three of them rested themselves on the porch, all the while shooting glares towards the man you're talking to. 

“Come on, y'all.” Carol cooed, stepping out of the door, “Brooding in jealousy won't make the woman drop her necklace! You have to do something to woo her! If not, why not just tell her how you feel?” 

“As if.” Michonne sighed, dropping her weight down beside Daryl who agreed with her statement by letting out a scoff. 

“Oh, come on, what gives?” Maggie groaned, walking over to the railing to lean her weight against it, her eyes flickering over to you and the man who is now wrapping his arms around you, “Look, he got himself another hug from her. Keep this up and someone else will get y'all woman.” 

“Ain't mine.” Daryl grunted, cleaning his fingers with his dirty rug. “Ain't nobody else's.” 

“Right..” Maggie trailed off, rolling her eyes. 

“Seriously, keep this up and she'll be taken away.” Carol huffed out, placing both of her hands on her hips to send all three people a disappointed look, “I'd rather watch her be loved by the people I know and love than have to watch her hand get taken away by someone we barely know.” 

Rick pursed his lips and stared at Carol. The woman is right. You may never be type to show interest in that kind of thing, but there's no telling that you might not be wooed by any of them if they were to try. 

“Alright, so may the best man win?” Rick forced out, earning him looks from Michonne and Daryl. 

“The hell does that mean?” The archer gruffed out, glaring. 

“It means, it's time for us to grow two balls and sweep her off her feet. Like some kind of prince charming.” Rick mumbled, doing wild gestures with his hands as he pointed at you and the man who are now waving you goodbye as you cross the street. 

“Act natural.” Carol tutted to everyone, plastering the same old loving smile on her lips as she watch you approach. 

Daryl's head snapped forward, his eyes flickering to your form as you ran across, a hand over your forehead to shield your eyes from the sunlight. The hem of your sundress fluttered against the soft breeze, the (color) cotton complementing your features well. 

You look stunning. Incredibly so. 

The three of them were busy glaring at the man that they completely failed to acknowledge how much of a beauty you are at the moment. God, one look at you and you knocked the air out of their lungs. 

“What are you all doing out here?” You asked, dropping your hand down that you were using to shield your eyes to your side before raising an eyebrow at them. 

“Observing.” Michonne answered a little too quickly. 

“Inspecting.” Rick backed her up just as quickly, his hand falling to the leather belt on his pants. 

Daryl grunted, not offering any kind of excuse. 

Carol and Maggie shared a glance, both of them looking amused and entertained at what's happening. They are kind though, so they snatched your attention away from the three fools in love. 

“I made bread.” Carol informed you, smiling, “Come on up and eat with us, honey.” 

You nodded your head as a response to her invitation, but kept your eyes glued to Rick, silently asking him what's up with everyone, but he gave you no answer and simply shrugged his shoulders. Your confusion showed up in your face, pulling a couple of smiles from them. 

If you're not smiling at them, which is rare for you to smile at any of them, then you would either show confusion, irritation, and boredom. Most of the time, it's the latter. 

When they showed no signs of answering your questions, you proceeded to walk past Michonne and Daryl, the hem of your sundress brushing past their shoulders and ears. The sensation of the fabric against their skin caused a shiver run down Michonne's and Daryl's spine, their body going taut with surprise. 

Damn, not only did you look stunning, but you also smelled extremely good. Just how much of this community brought the domesticity out of you? 

“What did you make?” You asked Carol, eyes darting past her as she led you back inside the house all of you have been staying at for now. 

“Brownies.” Carol hummed, sliding behind the kitchen counter to bring out the said treats. 

“Seriously?” You croaked, disbelief lacing your voice. 

“Seriously.” Glenn commented from his spot on the couch, holding one brownie in his hand with his mouth full of brownie bite, “This is so good, Carol. I didn't know that you could make something as amazing as this.” 

“Agreed.” Maggie giggled, slotting herself beside her husband. 

“Where’d you get the ingredients?” You croaked, snatching one brownie from Carol's platter as you settled yourself by the armrest beside Maggie, “By the way, our lovely neighbor told me that some of us can crash into his house. He has three vacant bedrooms that we can use if ever.” 

You took a bite from the brownie, and almost immediately, a moan escaped your lips. 

“Oh, shit, this is amazing.” You praised the baker, shaking slightly at how good the brownie was, “You're the best, Carol. Hold on though, I'll have to make him taste this and ask about his opinion.” 

Glenn, Maggie, and Carol blinked when you sprung up in your seat, your legs carrying you out of the house and across the street. 

“Where are ya goin’?” Daryl croaked as you ran past them, but didn't receive an answer. 

The three of them, along with Glenn, Maggie, and Carol, watched you rush to the front door. You knocked on the door three times, the sound reaching their ears even though they're literally across the street. 

The door swung open and the man greeted you, but it looked like he barely forced a word out because you shoved the brownie in his mouth. 

“Oh, god.” Carol snorted, shaking her head, “She didn't give him a chance.” 

“Just who's that dude?” Glenn voiced out, his eyebrows furrowing as he watched you laugh at the man, who's now choking on the brownie and hunched over the doorway, through the house’s window, “Why is she laughing like that? She never laughs with us like that. Did she laugh like that with us? I can't remember her laughing that loud with us—” 

“We get it, Glenn.” Michonne grumbled, shooting him a glare from her spot on the porch. 

“Yeah, they're already suffering enough as is.” Carol teased, her own lips pulled into a smile, “I mean, look at her. She's glowing and she's laughing. She laughed with us before, but never that loud and boisterous. Can you imagine? Someone else made her laugh like that.” 

“Can you not?” Rick huffed, glancing at the teasing woman over his shoulder. 

“Oh, I certainly can.” Carol sang, giggling. 

All of them turned to Carol, their eyes squinted into glares. Carol couldn't stop herself from laughing loudly at the sight, turning in her heels and walking further inside the house. 

The reason why she's extremely delighted upon seeing their suffering? It's because she knows who that man is to you. He's your cousin, one that you have grown up with and got separated from when the shit hit the fan, but they don't have to know that. 

You have opened up to her about it back at the prison. You told her about the people you had in your life before you stumbled on their group at the Quarry. 

You told her a lot of things about yourself, and she felt so damn proud to be the only one to know such things about you, because of all the people to open up to, you chose her. You have opened up to her like how Daryl did, or maybe more open than Daryl did. 

When she saw you running up to that man, at how relieved you were, she knew right then and there who he was. You confirmed her suspicion of the man when you ran down the street just now, just to shove the brownie in his mouth. 

One of the things that you told her about the said cousin is that he absolutely goes crazy for chocolates, and guess what? The brownie has a few chocolate chips in them. 

She grinned, blue eyes twinkling with mischief. It's such a relief that you haven't told the others that the man across the street is your cousin. She has to use him to her advantage, because if the three people who are pining for you don't plan to do anything soon, someone will actually take you away.  

She can't have that, can she? 

So, all she could do right now is to make them as jealous as possible. She refuses to miss the chance to make them pull moves to make you theirs after all. 

[witchthewriter]

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

・Negan's group had saved you. And you owed your life to them

・Well, that's what you believed

・It had been a few years and you had settled into the rules and regulations of Negan's group

・You had a skill and people would come to you for help

・You began to be a big part of The Sanctuary

・And even Negan has acknowledged you and your work

・When you met Rick's group, Michonne caught your eye. She had an ease of confidence that drew you to her.

・Every time Negan went to Alexandria, you went as well, just to see Michonne.

・And she hated you at first.

・You were on the opposite side, the bad side, the one that took and hurt people

・You didn't want to be that, you wanted to be someone that Michonne would love.

・So you ... betrayed Negan. Started helping Rick's group.

"This doesn't mean I like you-" Michonne grumbled in your ear one night.

"I will do anything you ask of me," you told her. All self-respect seemed to disappear when Michonne was around you.

・And maybe she started to see that. She saw that you wanted her. The thing is, she never realised how badly you wanted her.

・It wasn't until you saved Carl's life, nearly giving up your own, that Michonne truly saw you.

・Negan tried to keep you apart.

・He had put you in lock-up. You were in there for weeks. And in all that time, Michonne was worried. Her feelings were strong for you, it was ... well, it could be ... love.

・She had heard where you were being kept and decided to rescue you.

・Rick forbade her to go, but nothing was going to stop her.

・And so, she got you out. Took you back to Alexandria and you became ... well you became hers.

・It was a rough beginning, not with the two of you, but with everyone else.

・It wasn't until Daryl stood up for you one night, that everyone started to let their guards down around you.

・In the relationship, Michonne always has your back. You can count on her to keep you safe, make you laugh and have a shoulder to cry on.

・She rarely judges (except when it comes to Negan)

・But the more you opened up, the easier it became to fall in love with you

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Ride-or-Die Idiots in Love

Places You Above Anything And Everyone Else

Soulmates

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Different Worlds

Healing and Redemption

Timeless Love

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Would That I by Hozier

[cr3aturef3ar]

I’ve got the plot to two fics loosely written (5 chapter each so far)

Which one should I work on first? 💕

Michonne x Reader x Rick

DBF!Rick x Reader

Voting ended onMar 3

[doedixon]

‧₊ ༯ being a kept pet for alexandria’s finest couple…

afab+sub!reader , threesome , possessive behavior , dumbification , they/them prns used. ۶ৎ

managing a community is tough work. when rick became the de facto leader after deanna’s passing, all that responsibility fell onto his shoulders. naturally, michonne is there to offer her leadership as well, and pick up rick’s pieces when he needs. after the devastation of the horde, rebuilding alexandria, rebuilding its people has been a grueling effort for all.

you, as a longtime alexandrian, have been inspired.

“rick! michonne!”

both tense, immediately apprehensive to their names being called so hectically. however, they settle when they turn and only see… you.

you wave them down, anxious to not miss them both before they set off on their fourth supply run this week. you’re a quieter resident. a cutie, doesn’t miss meetings but not one to volunteer, usually helping out in the pantries or something low stakes. michonne’s spoken with you a few times, you’re sweet. hearing you, rick immediately thinks so, too.

“i’d like to help out more. i know you’ve been needing people’s help with construction? o-or i can do runs, too!”

rick squints at you, mirth in his expression. michonne stares you down similarly, with a smile but eyeing you a bit quizzically. you’d hope they aren’t underestimating you, though you have a feeling that’s not it. you watch the couple share a look, something charged, before rick takes a step toward you.

“think you can help us out, honey?”

it’s patronizing. he doesn’t tower you but his step to be closer has you looking up just a bit. now behind him, michonne keeps her grin. unassuming, but her eyes are curious. when you don’t reply, she lifts her chin, a twitch of her brows questioning why you haven’t answered him yet.

“you two…” you shift on your feet and trail off, their combined gazes on you making you feel quite small. “…you two do a lot. for this place, for us. i wanna help you out just as much.”

oh, what an angel. they’ll find a way to put you to work.

“whatever you need from me.”

you’re sure you could maybe be doing more, but you’d be a liar if you said you had any problems with how you’re contributing now.

they’re overwhelming you in such a magical way. rick stretching you out on his dick, michonne keeping your legs spread for him. a few nights a week at least, you’re here. on their couch, in your bed, anywhere they can whisk you away to satisfy themselves. rick throbs inside you, soaking up every ounce of warmth from your pretty pussy. he shudders when he sinks all the way in, your moan like a melody to their ears.

“always so tight for us,” rick breathes out, lost in you. “our sweet, dumb girl. aah.. always here for us…”

“look how helpful you’re being. look at how good you’re making him feel,” michonne praises in your ear, stroking along your stomach as she does. “you’re so good. this is exactly what we need from you, baby.”

and no, you are doing enough. that’s what your lovers would tell you, whispered against your lips, pressed into crevices of your skin; a promise to you, really. to get to come back to you after all of it, their sweetheart, safe and sound here at home? why would you need to do more? you don’t need to go out and risk your life like they do for you. there’s no pretending to be all big and bad here.

“michonne… f-fuck, i can’t! rickk, please—”

“shhh, you can. you know you can.”

michonne’s fingers are soft circling your clit, in contrast to rick fucking you deeper by the second. you’re gonna cum soon and they just started. they know too, her lips up and down your neck, him grinding into his thrusts — you’re getting dumber and dumber. you’re well aware that no matter how much you whine you won’t get away. you’re meant to take it, as much or as little as they give to relieve them.

“they’re gonna cum soon.” michonne signals to rick, not at all stopping her movements. rick groans, squeezing your thigh a bit tighter feeling you pulse from her voice. “aren’t you sweetie? that’s okay. let go, sweetheart.”

“don’t stop. they can take it. so can you.” she speaks to rick now, a bit more domineering.

she locks eyes with him, his hazy, fucked out blues and sees her infatuation mirrored. rick, ever the romantic, dips down and kisses both of you, starved. it’s so warm and safe, you feel yourself slip further and further into their mold, the perfect pet they’ve been teaching you to be.

“you don’t… need to be out there.” rick drives it home, sweetening his tone to match michonne’s cooing.

“haah- shit, baby. we want you safe. here, jus’ like this.” he thrusts so you feel every inch, groove, every word he’s saying to you. “our sweet thing to protect, yeah? hhmph… mine. fuck, you’re mine.”

you’re gone. your back arches viciously hearing the rasp in his voice, the desperation. michonne works you through cumming your brains out, soothing you through every writhe, and rick’s continued motions. both their names and a series of thank you’s tumble from your mouth, seemingly all you can remember how to say now. their perfectly broken baby.

— authors note. hello! this is s6!richonne right before hilltop and. everything. am i crazy? freak4freak richonne is real we know this. this is like you approach them at a bar and say you really like their vibe. sorry for long open to the porn LOL but i really was fantasizing about this dynamic……. i am crazy. ty for reading !! 💗

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In moments like this

michonne x single mom reader

warning: mentions of death, kissing, fluff??

The moment Michonne saw the woman tending to her small flower garden in the outskirts of Alexandria she felt a tug. The house you lived it wasn’t as nice or big as the others but it was obvious you put quite a bit of time into making it nice and homey. The day she saw you sitting on your front porch with a baby on your lap she felt even more of a tug.

She had convinced Rick to let her have Judith for the day which didn’t take much convincing as he was busy being smitten over Jessie, another Alexandria resident.

Michonne held Judith as she gently walked up your porch steps. The baby in your arms looked young, definitely younger than Judith but just around the same age range.

“Hello?” She asked gently as you hadn’t noticed her yet.

“Oh! Goodness- Hi” You jumped then smiled politely but a bit stand offish.

“I’m Michonne.. I just.. I thought your son and Judith might want to play?”

“That would be wonderful. He doesn’t have many kids his age here.”

The two of you talked as Judith and your son, Georgie, played on the blanket in front of you two. The two babies squealing happily at each other’s company.

After that day you and Michonne made it a ritual and over time you two got super close. Michonne had learned your husband had been bitten before you found out you were even pregnant which left you a single parent. You had given up your home for a smaller one so other larger families had a place to go.

To Michonne it was clear to her she liked you as more than a friend but she never pushed the relationship beyond something platonic. Your friendship was enough for her. But during a dinner party, after a few too many drinks you kissed her and admitted your feelings for her. After that it was history. It had been six years now. Living in hilltop and raising your son with Michonne was a dream come true.

“Georgie! Breakfast is ready!” You shouted as you moved the scrambled eggs to the plate and spread strawberry jam onto the bread.

“I’m comin’ mama!” He shouted from upstairs.

As you began putting a portion for Michonne on her plate you felt arms around your waist. Glancing back you saw Michonne cuddled against your back. Immediately you smile at her affection.

“Well, hello to you too”

“Missed you”

“You just wake up?”

“Mhm”

“Go get dressed then come back down for breakfast.”

“Yes, ma’am”

Michonne walked upstairs and a few minutes later her and Georgie came down both now fully awake and ready for breakfast. Georgie sat down and began eating immediately after saying a quick “morning mama”.

Michonne placed a kiss on your lips before she sat at her normal spot and began eating too.

“Ma! Mama! Guess what I get to do today!” Georgie beamed, mouth full of eggs.

“What, baby?” Michonne asked.

“Shoot uncle Daryls crossbow! He promised! Said I could be as good as him one day.”

“You just be careful okay? Do everything uncle Daryl says and no goofing off, a crossbow is a serious weapon.” You said seriously.

“Yes, ma’am.” He nodded his head once.

“You’re growing so quick, like a weed.” Michonne told him.

“I’m not a weed!” He giggled.

The small family wasn’t perfect but it was perfect for the both of you. Despite the loss of her own son Georgie fit in just fine. He loved hearing stories about Michonnes son and his father.

Despite all the loss in moments like this you knew everything would be okay.